Denizde bir bulutun oldurdugu The Japanese fisherman slain
by a cloud
Japon balikcisi genc bir adamdi. Was yet but a youth as he sailed
in its lee
Dostlarindan dinledim bu turkuyu I heard this song sung by his friends
not loud,
Pasifik'te sapsari bir aksamdi. As the yellow light went on
the Pasific Sea

Elimize degen olur. Who touches my hand, of
that he dies,
Tuzla, gunesle yikanan This hand that served me
once so well,
bu vefali, bu caliskan Bathed in salt and sound with
the sun.
elimize degen olur. Who touches my hand, of
that he dies,
Birden degil, agir agir, Not all at once, but
bit by bit,
etleri curur, dagilir. His flesh goes black, breaks
sores and rots..
Elimize degen olur... .Who touches my hand,
of that he dies.

Our mothers rustle us in the pain of labor,
My mother, mother, light the night with your love-
Oh, men of death, you, too, once knew a mother,
And have you no memory of her sweet love?
Stop the dark cloud of atomic death!